Whether you leave your five month old, or your five year old, the guilt remains the same.
Today, I left Aryav after almost a year to head out for work for 6 days. Yes, five nights to be precise. Five nights where he will cuddle with his father who will tell him stories that make him laugh and sleepy. Five nights where he will send me an audio message or do a video call and tell me how his day went. And five nights, when the guilt of being a working mother will engulf me again. On and off.
Somewhere in the same city, N was leaving her one year old S for the first time. We are travelling together but it’s the first for her. First time when she doesn’t sleep with her little one since the day he was born. First time when she doesn’t hold him and walk, wait for him to doze off and then put him in his crib watching over till she is absolutely sure that he is down for the night.
The guilt remains even though we know that we aren’t doing anything wrong.
The guilt remains even though we know that our little one will be taken care.
The guilt remains even though we know that we will be back in five days.
Mothers, they tell you.
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